Feeling used, but I'm missing you

Ratio hovered around the borders like a shadow. If he was not asleep or preoccupied with his packmates - sparring, he preferred - he was running the perimeter. He was newly promoted and it made his blood sing but it did not change his assumed purpose.

It was not surprising that he appeared, then, from somewhere behind the red Avicus. He was drawn in by scent, both hers and that of the stranger. At first, his concern was only for the dark male and he approached to stand a small distance behind his Wealda. His red eyes stared stoically into the face of equal stoicism. 

The scent caught his attention, then, suddenly more interesting than that of the stranger. Ratio wasn't a youngster. He knew the smell of a woman in heat but that had never been for him. Still, he was not completely unaffected by the pheromones. All at once, the stranger was not a mere curiosity along the territory - he was a threat.

He could not help the rising of his hackles, though he said and did nothing. He glanced once at Avicus, feeling a yank of misplaced protective instinct, and looked back at the dark male, his eyes now cold.